Tune: “Pure Serene Music”
Around the bed run hungry rats,
In lamplight to and fro fly bats.
On pine-shad’d roof the wind and shower rattle,
The window paper-scraps are heard to prattle.
I roam from north to south, from place to place,
And come back with gray hair and wrinkled face.
I woke up in thin quilt on autumn night.
The boundless land I dreamed of still remains in sight.